"Abhi...roll number wise baithe toh tere group mein koi nahi rahega...jiska tu copy kar sake..." Kabir cracked a joke, which brought a big smile on everyone's face.
"Kabira.... Abhimanyu Mantri , dekhta nahi dikhata hain" spoke Aarush as he pointed on my back.
"Yaar ek-do baar galti se thike... Lekin Kabira bolne ka right sirf mujhe hain..." I was very possessive regarding my best friend.
"Aur Aarush...tu Abhi se kuch expect mat kar....Yeh kisi ko kuch dikhane nahi wala..." – said My Kabira.
"Boys out there....its your practical exam today, if you want to study, then study... Otherwise be quiet" Our biology teacher shouted.
Obviously, she was right. It was the board practicals for 20 marks and here, instead of studying we were talking, with each other.
"Maam we were not taking, we were discussing.... "Spoke Aarush, which made all the boys laugh again.
After the first 10 roll numbers of girls was over, it was the last set of the girls, who were about to go, I called Shrushti and till then, asked all the questions, which she had attempted.
She was very helpful that day, but to Kabir only, because I got another set to solve. However, I performed well and was definitely expecting more than 19 out of 20.
That was our last grade 10th Board practical and now it was time for the 3rd and the final prelims of the school. Here, we had the entire portion as syllabus. The papers were set according to the board pattern and I was comparatively nervous. 3rd prelims were supposed to begin from 9th January and continue till 31st January.
On 10th February, we had our school farewell organized by the grade 9 students. And then from, 1st March we had our final grade 10th Board examinations. So, the plan was entirely set.
On 8th January, at 7:07 pm in my watch, I dialed her number in my phone. To my utter dismay, she did not pick up the phone as I declined it after 5 rings.
Later, at 7:11 pm Shweta called again. (Now all of you know why, 7:11)
"Hello" - I spoke.
"Hii Abhi...."
"Padhai ho gayi kya", I asked.
"Language ki...."she giggled, knowing that it was our English Language paper the next day.
"Nahi nahi.. Economics ki.... Woh lesson no. 7 hain na... Human development Index... "She laughed in between as I continued.
"Woh chapter ke 11th question mein mujhe doubt hain..."
"Oho... Lekin woh chapter toh maine skip kar diya...." Shweta giggled.
"Hey Bhagwan.... " I exclaimed.
"Meri chod.....Tu bata.... teri ho gayi...." Shweta spoke.
"Haan.... Ek baar ki toh ho gayi.... Isliye phone kiya tha ALL THE BEST bolne ke liye...."
"Thank you.... and same to you.... Bhagwan Kare tu is baar bhi top maare..." listening this from her, was very encouraging.
And what are your expectations...?? – Abhimnayu.
"Kya...?" She asked maybe she did but hear me properly....
"Tum kitne Marks laaana chahte ho.."I asked..
"Main toh 98 percent..."She laughed... Although I had no comments on this...
So I remained silent and I guess she understood this.
"Tu toh shant hi ho gaya... "
Dekh Abhi...tu jaanta nahi hai... Mere expectations bohat high hai... She said...
"Oh acha.... Aur main jaan sakta hoon... aapke expectations kya hain....?" I asked...
"Hmmm...uske liye tujhe mere level pe aana padega"... She laughed as she spoke... "Aap 95 percent wale logon ko 85 percent walon ka kya pata...."
She was in full mood today.
But it was time for me to read some sample essays.... So in next 2 minutes I declined the call....opened my essay books and started reading....
"Expectations high hai.... Iska kya matlab..."
After 5 minutes, turning the very first page of the book, i murmured...
Pagal Abhi...Yeh sab baad mein sochna... Warna kal essay mein quote/proverb ke jagah pe... Khairiyat pucho/kaifiyat pucho likh ke aayega... I giggled.
A FEW 10 PAPERS LATER ( in simple words - 3rd Prelims are over)
I still remember, my marks in all the 9 papers of 3rd Prelims... Hindi went horrible...because the paper itself was horrible...and the marking scheme was again horrible... So no comments on that...
Nevertheless, the most remembered moment of the 3rd Prelim exams was the 2nd last paper, which was Hindi itself..
In the last 30 minutes, there was an announcement in the auditorium saying," While leaving, on the school notice board outside the lunch hall... There is information about an upcoming MUN in the A.B.M high school on 4th and 5th February...
The main reason to conduct this MUN was to give a 2-day break to the students, from their hectic study schedule for the 10th Boards and at the same time, Debates, discussions, speeches, resolutions..the entry fees was just Rs. 500... Which is comparatively less... definitely
"Yaar Abhi, main part lene ko tayaar hoon... Lekin ghar pe maanege ki nahi... Kuch Guarantee nahi hain"... Said Kabir...
"I know man same... Dekh waise toh mun ke baad bhi we have 24 days to study for boards... But dekhte hain... Puch ghar pe..". The only thing which we could talk...
Now, that very day I got a call from Preeti.. Since it was compulsory, to inform the school authorities on 31st January, that is, on the last paper.
Whether we wanted to take part or not.
Thus, Preeti had called as she had not properly seen all the information about the committees...and agendas... We had a talk for about 15-20 minutes, at the end of which she asked... "Toh tu finally part le raha hain kya .. "
"Hmm...not sure....but mostly haan...I will take part.... What about you?" I asked
"Mera bhi...not sure...I will think about this again and then ghar pe didi ko aur mom-dad ko iske baare mein bataungi... Phir dekhte hain..". She said...
She was about to decline...just when I asked... Apne school se aur kaun kaun part lera hain ??? Any idea...
Nahi yaar.. Meri kisi se bhi baat hi nahi hui... I dont know...
Oh okay.... Mujhe laga tujhe ek idea hoga...tumhare class mein se kaun kaunse girls aur boys are taking part.. – I continued my question.
Nahi re...kisi se bhi baat nahi hui... Ab shweta ko phone karungi....
Oh..okay.. Woh part le Rahi hai kya...? – I was definitely eager to know the answer to this question.
"Pata nahi... Agar usne mana kiya toh bhi...
Agar PREETI part le rahi hain... Toh SHWETA ko compulsory lena hi padega..." She exclaimed delightfully...an example of their strong friendship. Although, Kabira - Abhi are EPIC.
Very good.... Chalo then... I will take your leave...
Call cut...
I took immense efforts to convince didi - "Please na didi waise bhi yeh mera last MUN hain" I pleaded...
Last matlab kya...as if tu aage kabhi part hi nahi lega... She replied...
Nahi lunga...yaar dekho...aage mujhe IIT karna hain.. Toh uski padhai ke beech mein kabhi aisa time hi nahi milega.... I persuaded, giving valid reasons.
Woh baad ka baad mein dekhenge... Aur waise bhi Abhi... staring at me, with an intense look, she completed -
20 din mein teri boards hain...
Oh oh oh...30 din baaki hain... my sudden comeback.
I rushed to dad...and once i convinced him... My only task was to submit 500rs, day after tomorrow, on 31st January...
Kabir was taking part as well... While i was registering, I could not see Shweta or Preeti..
But nevermind...I was taking part... Because I myself wanted to...
Since the boards were just a month away, my communication with my colony friends....had almost stopped... So, this gesture of Pratyush, got a big smile on my face...
When he called at 5:07pm on 2nd February... To come downstairs for atleast half an hour...
"Chal na Abhi...Kavya bhi aa rahi hain... Bohat din ho gaye..."
When I went downstairs....I could see Pratyush...walking towards me...
"Yo bro...wassup " I asked... We shook hands...and talked for 10 minutes, while we were waiting for Kavya to come...
Kavya ko maine 5:15 ko aane bola tha...abhi 5:35 ho gaye... Yeh kar kya rahi hain... Pratyush, lifted my hand, to check the time, in my watch.
Make up... As both of us laughed, while i dialed her number...
"Aaj ke din hi aana hain" she picked up and i exclaimed...
"Bas utar hi rahi hoon..." in 15 seconds...she was in front of us...as both of my oldest friends, shook hands...
Only 10 minutes had passed, since we had began talking...when all of a sudden...an activa stood right in front of us.... "Chal Pratyush jaldi Chal, Mummy ko lene Jaana Hain..." It was Pratyush's father.
Arre actually aunty out of station gaye thee... Aur abhi woh train se aa rahe hain... Toh unko lene Jaana Hain... I told Kavya, when The host of our so-called evening meeting of the Teen Tigada group left.
Then, it was me and Kavya standing there... We talked for 10-15 minutes about our respective studies and board exams...
And then at some 6:06pm, when i was no longer interested to talk about studies... I asked... "Ek baat bata...tu school mein bhi aise hi hain...jaise colony mein hain...ya phir Thodi alag hain... Matlab... Jaise humko pata hain ki tu asli mein kaisi hain.... toh tu school mein bhi aisi hi hain kya...
Dekh... Maine school mein bhi thodi bohat masti to ki hain... but 10th mein Thodi zyada hi ki... But Maine apni school life puri enjoy ki hain... – I could feel her satisfaction, as she narrated.
For the next 15-20 minutes, she was telling about some of her mischievous activities in school and some incidents with boys... She also said that 1-2 boys had a school crush on her... One of them confessed as well.. but she definitely said NO...
I took support of a car as i was listening to her...standing there...as i just looked at my phone which had the time.. 6:12pm.
She completed her talk and i was about to say - "Chal kavya...main nikalta hoon...MUN ki tayaari bhi karni hai ..." When all of a sudden, she solemnly spoke a sentence, in a comparatively serious mood...
Abhi.. tujhe ek baat bolni thi...
Haan bol na...
Dekh..Maine actually decide kiya tha ki yeh baat main tujhe aur Pratyush ko saath mein bolungi... boards ke baad... But then...Ek baar tujhe bol rahi hoon...
Haan bol na Kavya.... I was curious to know.
I am in a relationship... I guess I was expecting something else....some different topic, but she just dropped the bomb.
"Kaun hain.....kab se..."
"Uska naam hain OM PAWAR ... Aur 10th February ko humaare 6 months complete ho jayenge..."
Till 6:35pm, I asked something more about her mate...OP Aur tu ab bata rahi hain, kavya...
Arre sorry yaar, main khud pehle SURE nahi thii...but then...she stopped in between.
She later asked..."Sachi bata Abhi...tujhe kispe crush hain...?"
At first. I resisted but then i showed her my photo with Shweta of the last MUN in august....
Marwari hain...she asked...once she got to know her name.Arre...yeh toh apne ganpati wali hain - I laughed when she spoke this
Haanji...
"Ahaaa Abhi....tu toh bohat chalu nikla" She pinched me on my hand.
"Mujhe sirf Marwari Log ache lagte..." Although i did not mean it...
"I hope you know ki mai bhi marwari hoon.." She said something, which definitely gained my attention...
"Kavya...tujhe ek baat sachi bolu kya..."
Pehle i used to think ki I like kavya...but ideally it was just a chote-bachon wala thought... In 5th or 6th standard... Jab apan sirf bache the...
"Oh really..." she exclaimed with some excitement...
"But that was Bachon wali thing...bade hoke samjha...ki tujhe bade bhai ki sakt jaroorat hain....Toh maine aur Pratyush ne decide kiya.. Ki hum zindagi bhar sabhya rahege...." I proudly said, making her laugh.
"Wah Abhi Bhaiya Wah !!!" Ab Shweta ke baare mein toh bata...
Now, i was talking with by best friend, about my crush for the next 15 minutes.
At the end, she exclaimed hurriedly," Toh tu usko bol kyu nahi raha hain ?"
Yaar...I am not competely sure Kavya...and what if sab ulta ho gaya...?
Dekh Abhi....bolna ya nahi bolna.. Woh teri marzi... But i seriously think.. Ek baar bol de...
Okay Jab SURE ho jaunga tab bol dunga...I stressed on that word – SURE, because she had used it as well.
After 10 minutes, We happily shook hands...as i pulled her cheek calling her "choti ben" while she resisted, in a comic way.
Then, I left..
I wondered –
1.Kavya told me about this, such an important talk, 6 months later.
2. Although, I accept that we do not meet regularly, still, she could have told me and Pratyush, who still doesn't know about this.
3. I guess now I was completely open with kavya. AS open as i am with Pratyush....
Nevermind. I would just pray that she is happy with her decision.
1 day before the MUN a very important decision was made at my home. Now, the situation was, dad will be out of town for the 2nd day of the conference. So, there was nobody to pick me up...
"Toh tu mere ghar pe Ruk Jaana... Aur didi ko raat mein 8 baje bula lena..
Mummy bol rahi hain...khana yahan pe khana..." I narrated the exact plan to mom and didi, which KABIRA had told me on the phone call, and now it was fixed and decided.
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THE MUN
"The Delegate of India and the delegate of China, the total time for your challenge is 3 minutes. Can I have both of you here?" Pointing towards the stage, right in front of all the delegates, the Chair exclaimed.
While the delegate of China was walking with a file of his, I straightened my tie, typed two sentences in the NOTES of my mobile, dragging my chair behind, got up and walked.
As some of my friends, including Shweta and Preeti looked behind to see what was I doing.
Our debate was neck-to-neck and a very tough one, with arguments and accusations coming from both the sides.
At the end, the chair gave a chocolate, to both of us. Nevertheless, through the audience's expression, I guess it was me this time, the winner.
This time, we did not have a cultural event and the second day ended with a motion for entertainment. Wherein, we danced and sung songs in our committee hall itself and we played the game of confessions.
In this CONFESSIONS game, we can write any secret which we want to confess on a chit. All the delegates, write one chit each and put in a bowl... Then the chair and vice-chair...pick up one chit at a time... And read it aloud, on mic, in front of thc entire company.
Now comes the most important part of the conference... "Jisse puri kahani shuru hui thi... Ab sirf dekhna tha...ki khatam kaise hogi" – I took a deep breath.
Nevertheless, this time it was her, who initiated our conversation.
When the confessions were on, I had started sharing my placard with the others, and had also given to Preeti.
Shweta gave her pla-card to other girls from our school, while I showed a hand-sign to Preeti, to pass my placard to Shweta as well.
The most essential talk, which occupied me till the prize distribution ceremony was, "Chal na Abhi...waise bhi tu Kabir ke ghar pe rukhne wala hain na... Apan pakka 7:30 tak wapas nikal jayenge...: Tejam persuaded...
"Thike...mai puchke bolta" as i dialed Priya Didi's number on my phone. Tejam, Ayush and some other batch-mates, were actually planning to go for an outing after the conference.
"Coffee and cakes" ya phir "Uncleji ki chat" - spoke Aarush, giving us the options. Both of these places, had a small indoor play arena, and at the same time the taste of the food and the variety of cuisines was commendable.
"And bro...budget kya hai?" I asked Aarush...
"Yaar...humne kuch aise decide nahi kiya... He answered, Tu bata, tera kitna hai ?"
"It depends. ..ki kitne log aare...Mujhe number toh bata..".I asked him, as we entered the auditorium of the host school. For the prize distribution ceremony of the MUN which we were a part of.
Tejam Preeti ko gaya hain puchne... Girls mein se - Preeti, Ayushi, Shweta aur 2-3 log hain...Aur boys mein se apan 8 hain...
Matlab total 15 log, approx. - Interrupted Kabir.
Toh i guess 200-300 would be sufficient. Most of them agreed to my suggestion.
"Haan...thike...baaki baat nikalte wakt karte....speech shuru hone wala hain..." I seated myself, in the 5th row,in the boys section with Kabira on my right.
And another friend, of some other school, to my left, as we listened the speech of the principal of the A.B.M school.
Suddenly, after 15 minutes, Kabir placed a placard in my lap, asking me to fill it. When I asked," Kiska hain?" He pointed a finger and moved a little behind, so that i can look towards my right.
SHWETA gave signs of writing, which meant...I was supposed to write on the given placard, which belonged to her.
I removed a pen from my pocket, and opened the placard as Kabir also gazed at it.
Well, it was nearly full and i did not have space to write anywhere. "Jagah hi nahi hain" I exclaimed, as Kabir laughed at this statement.
Although this is not correct, but still, instead of writing on the placard, I started reading all the comments, which others had written. At some of point, I was so engrossed, that I did not pay any attention to the speech made by the Chairman of the MUN-4-India organization.
"Principal ki speech, toh already khatam ho chuki thii..."
Kabir spoke," Beta Abhi...aaj ke din hi likhna hain...."
He continued whispering," Shweta dekh rahi hain...jaldi de".
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At that particular instance, I had two thoughts in my mind –
1. I always remember what Priya Di said to me.
I had concentrated on all her sentences and scolding which she had given me, on the day of the first prelim results. However, there was this one sentence, which she also spoke –
Chal ek baat bata, Shweta tujhe pasand karti hain kya?
I still remember, I had answered NO, but what if the answer was YES.
Shweta had asked me the question, "WHETHER I LIKE HER", twice, was this an intuition?
2. I had made a promise to myself that until and unless, one directly doesn't talk to the person one likes, you never know what the truth is. You will continue this so-called future misunderstandings, without any conclusion.
Thus, either I will directly tell to Shweta, that I like her or I will stop this thing forever.
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I was completely engrossed in this, when Kabira suddenly started shouting," India...India...."
It was the time for the results of our committee and the spokesperson had said in mic, "Any guesses...who has won the Best Delegate award?"
"India....India..." Kabir continued cheering, as some of my friends too.
"Yes, it's the delegate of India, Abhimanyu Mantri...." My heartbeat almost took a break at the speed-breaker, because I was unable to get the things happening around myself.
I stood up from my chair, as Kabir gave a pat on shoulder, and amongst the entire audience clapping for me, I walked straight up to the stage.
I shook hands with the chair and had the feeling of standing on the CLOUD 9. As I got down, I walked briskly to my seat, handed over my trophy to my BFF, as I took a deep breath, and admired it, while it was in Kabir's hands.
Now, my entire attention was on the prize distribution ceremony. It went off very well, as many delegates and teachers congratulated me. At the end, it was time for the group photo of each committee.
We stood up from our seats, made our ties and blazers perfect and as soon as we got out of the chairs, Shweta with her hand in front asked," Abhi...mera placard?"
"Oh shit..."I whispered.
"I am really sorry, photo ke baad main turant deta." I pleaded, as I could see, she was not okay with this delay.
"Thike...but please jaldi de, mujhe kuch aur friends ko bhi dena hain." She replied.
I nodded with a yes. Throughout the entire group photo, I was thinking very hard, what to write, as if it is an answer of History or Physics, wherein I have to score full marks.
I got back, removed my pen and scribbled something on it. Rushed towards her, I gave her the placard in her hand, itself.
Then, we took our bags and left.
In the car, we decided that once we reach Kabir's home, we will keep our bags, have some water or something, and then in 10 minutes, leave for the so-called small get-together or party, on two-wheeler, since both the places were not very far from Kabir's home.
I greeted aunty, with a HELLO, as we got in. Hurriedly, we went into his room, he washed his face, whereas I just cleaned my dress, removed my blazer, folded my shirt, up to the half sleeves and made my hair.
While Kabir changed his shirt, he asked me whether I wanted a t-shirt to wear, to which I resisted saying NO.
I opened Kabir's famous Skybag sack, and from the inner chain of the middle compartment, I removed my golden bracelet, which I had kept in it. Wearing it, I felt amazing.
After 15 minutes, just as we started his Activa 5G, and crossed the first lane from his house, my phone rung. It was Tejam.
"Abhi, tum log game zone aare kya?" he asked, which completely confused me.
"Bro...apan toh snacks ke liye jaare thee na..." I asked, as I told Kabir to stop the vehicle, by the side of the road.
"Arre nahi Abhi sun...majority log bol rahe thee...ki mall mein game zone chalte...phir wahan pe hi kuch khaa lenge...
Maine Aarush ko bola the...ki woh teko ek baar yeh bol denga..."Tejam ruined my mood, by saying all this.
"Yaar...par usne toh mujhe kuch bola hi nahi..." I replied to him, as Kabir asked – "Kya hua Abhi...bol na"
"Arre....Aarush ko jaane de...tu aur Kabir...tum log aare kya...hum log just abhi pohache hain game zone..." he asked me.
"Dekhte yaar...hua toh aayenge...agar aaye toh main tujhe phone karta..." I gave a blunt answer.
"OK" he declined.
I narrated the entire conversation to Kabir, as we stood by the side of the road, thinking what to do next.
"Phir game zone chalna hain..." he asked.
"Nahi yaar...game zone mein bore hota...aur plus abhi jayenge..toh bohat time lagega...aur phir late honga...
Tere Ghar pe 8 baje ke pehle pohchna hain..." I checked the time in my watch as it is was 6:08pm.
"Toh phir karna kya hain Abhi..." Kabira asked, a bit frustrated.
"Sun na...main Preeti ko puchu...I am sure woh log game zone nahi gaye honge...apan chalt ena aise hi..." while I was speaking to him, I unlocked my phone, to open the dial pad.
"Tu, main, Shweta, Preeti...?" he asked.
"Haan...Coffee and Cakes chalte..." I called Preeti.
"Haan bol Abhi..." she spoke as soon as she picked up the phone.
"Tum log game zone jaa rahe ho kya?" I asked.
"Nahi yaar...game zone mein bore honga..." she replied, what I expected.
"Main aur Shweta soch rahe thee...ki aur 2-3 girls ko bula ke...aise hi kahi aur jaate..." this was making my plan, successful.
"Sun na...Main aur Kabir bhi game zone nahi jaare...toh tum log Coffee and Cakes pe aare kya...hum log wahi jaane ka sochre" I was cautiously waiting for an answer.
"Ruk ek second...main Shweta ko puchti" I pointed 2 fingers, in front of Kabir, which meant- wait for 2 minutes.
"Haan okay...hum log 15 minute mein Coffee and Cakes pe aate..."she spoke, as I declined the phone and told Kabira the same, to turn the vehicle and start the journey.
Now, usually at the corners of the café, we have an L-shaped seat. Hear, we had one, wherein 4 people could easily sit. At one side of the wall, Kabir and I sat, with me in the inner side.
15 minutes (though it was 16 minutes, to be precise), a dress-changed Shweta and Preeti (with her same MUN dress, just like me) entered.
Shweta wasn't wearing her spectacles, just as she did not wear them, on Dandiya, on annual day and other special occasions.
She had told me," Padhai karte wakt, main humesha pehanti hoon. Uske alawa, khelte wakt ya aur koi kaam karte wakt...
Kabhi kabhi main nahi pehanti SPECS..."
Shweta gazed around, and after looking at us, she walked with Preeti behind her. She was carrying a sling-bag, which had 2 chains and was comparatively a long one.
While they approached our table, Kabir gestured," Hi guys..."
Shweta did not respond to his HI, as she just slid her way, in between the sofa and table and this time at an angle of 45 degrees, standing in front of me, she spoke in a comparatively loud and angry tone,
"ABHIMANYU MANTRI...." It actually felt, quite bold, as she was not looking normal.
"Yeh tune kya likha hain....?" She asked.
"Kya ho gaya Shweta..." I stood up from my seat, as I was completely shaken.
"Yeh kya likha hain tune...mere placard pe..." this time Kabir was also shocked as he stood up, while Preeti came closer.
"Oh..ahh...that..."
"I am really sorry Shweta...." I felt guilty, as I spoke each and every word, written on the placard in my mind.
"Yaar Abhi...main expect kar rahi thi, ki tu mera ek acha friend banega...
But tu bhi baaki logon ke jaise...." She did not complete her sentence in anger.
"Tu please batayegi ki Abhi ne likha kya hain?" Kabir asked, as he was no longer able to understand this situation, as he was unaware of everything that had happened.
Shweta hurriedly, kept her bag, on the table, opened the middle chain, removed her placard and gave it to Kabir –
Preeti rushed to the other side of the table and peeked to see what was actually written. It seemed that Preeti, as well, did not know anything, about this topic.
Kabir read a bit loudly, at a volume, with which, all the four of us could listen –
"I had a great time.
LIKEd all the interesting conversations and speeches with
YOU.
MS. KALANTRY – always keep munning."
(Munning means – to take part in the MUN conference)
To be frank, the words were not written, with proper spacing, as there was not much space on the placard.
But yes, they were written, in such a way that, people could read them, clearly, with a little concentration.
Shweta snatched the placard from Kabir's hand, kept it on the table and pointing her fingers towards the first word of every line, she spoke –
"I
LIKE
YOU
MS. KALANTRY...." – Shweta spoke.
"Yeh...." She stared at me, as I did not have any answer, to give her.
TO BE CONTINUED....
Let me tell all of you –
It is not necessary that the ending of the
STORY of your FIRST TEENAGE INFATUATION
Is always happy.
It is a real-life story,
So it can be HAPPY or SAD or NEUTRAL.
HAPPY – if everything goes correct, from both sides (the boy and the girl)
SAD – if something goes wrong, from either side (the boy or the girl)
NEUTRAL – if the story is never confessed (to the right boy or to the right girl).
ONE LAST CHAPTER TO GO...
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